A/N: Special thanks to darkangel-allways, Safrawr, LunarIce, and crossfire (), as my reviewers for the first chapter; I reward you with Chapter Two!
For the disclaimer, please read chapter one.
Drake, Sir Integra's new ward, was passed out in her arms. His black hair sprawled over the front of Integra's green business suit, giving her a mental image of a sleeping angel…with a black halo. Her thoughts kept on wandering back to the Hellsing bloodline and the trials she'd have to deal with if Drake really was going to be heir of the special vampire hunting organization. An idea came at the same time the helicopter landed in front of the Hellsing manor. This time, Integra did follow the procedure of waiting for the blade to stop rotating before exiting the means of transportation and catching sight of her butler waiting for her return.
He bowed in such a way that an old man would've been complaining about an aching back, but her spunky steward was no such thing. As many times as she had insisted that he retired for good from the Hellsing agency, he had denied them and continued to tend to her every need.
A frown crossed her butler's clammy lips causing a giant wrinkle to form on his forehead, just below his tied back, black hair, "Sir Integra?" He asked with question while his eyebrows knitted together with confusion.
With a gentle shake of her head, she shifted the sleeping boy in her arms and placed a single finger in front of her lips; slowly making a sound that meant silence. Walter bowed again while waiting for Integra to walk into her mansion before shutting the two large, French doors behind her and locking them.
"Walter," Integra began in a low voice, almost in a whisper, "I'd like you to clear out the storage room next door to mine. Have a twin bed, a desk, a lamp, and a few of your own hand picked choices toys that you would recommend for a child at the age of four." The Ice Queen seemed to be melting right before Walter's very eyes, and all he could do was give her a feeble nod before setting off to the task at hand.
Walter had turned a corner and was gone from Integra's sight once she entered her room. It wouldn't matter if her ward slept in her bed for the night, since she was rarely ever to be found sleeping in it. A Hellsing's job was never done as long as vampire's walked the earth, so that called for twenty-four/seven attention to the organization and one such as her didn't have time for sleep; let alone eating and small fifteen minute breaks.
Drake grabbed the bedspread, pulling them up to his chin and enfolding himself tightly into the warm heap of layers with one hand while the other still clung to Integra's own quite firmly.
She gave a small smile of affection at the boy and tried to pry his fingers off of her appendage, one by one, but that was horribly fruitless.
Soon, the thought of a peaceful midnight bonding session between a new mother and her son, was gone with another running along the lines of Integra's imagination stated as, "Child killed woman during sleep with bone crushing hands!" Before, if Integra thought it, would've sounded ridiculous, but now she was having a hard time imagining it impossible.
Out of desperation from the moment, Integra almost cried out for her pet vampire to help her, but decided against it when she finally got Drake's index finger pried off and then the middle finger, and so on and so forth. Drake's fingers, once torn off of Integra's hand, curled around his black hair and a soft sigh escaped his lips.
The grown woman frowned down at Drake; now that she thought more about it, the more it became clear that Drake resembled Alucard. She shuddered when she thought that, but his eyes, they resembled that of her great, great, great grandfather Van Helsing. She had to fight back another chill down her spine when the images of a bound Alucard and Van Helsing doing…stuff.
It was probably just a twist of fate, she decided.. Once Integra had left the room to once more spend a sleepless night in her office, Drake had moaned out the name he had decided upon calling his new mother and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead; then he began to frantically kick at his bed sheets.
The scene was back on the roof that Lady and Drake had left together only hours ago. He was again, minutes away from the quick fall to death. Lady was only feet away and was edging closer and closer to him and the vampire. His bluish green eyes caught sight of her gun held tightly in her unstable hand and her glasses kept slipping down to the bridge of her nose, making her hastily push them back up again.
Drake tried to cry out to his new mother, but a small squeak came out instead and he had to hastily bite back the hot, singing tears threatening to pour down his face.
Integra had said something, though it was muffled to his ear, the imitation vampire holding him had seemed to have heard it and threateningly let loose some of his hold on his collar.
Drake whimpered slightly when Integra shouted another muted word and said another audible sentence. Slowly, her gun became leveled with her head after loading it and fired. She dropped down to the ground instantly and just as quick, the vampire threw Drake along with the rest of his orphan friends.
Hysterical laughter echoed around them from the vampire and he made his way over to Lady's dead body.
'Oh, no…' Drake thought to himself and silent tears ran down his cheeks; the other orphans were hushed as well.
Then, the man in red who had saved Drake had appeared behind the imitation vampire, killed him with ease and did so without taking his eyes once off of Drake. His eyes were blood red, yet he still seemed so familiar to the small orphan in a distant way. The wind blew off his hat and his sunglasses were no where to be found, unlike when Drake first saw the man. Two fangs unfurled themselves from his mouth and stood out plainly among his other teeth in a deep, mocking smile.
He had personally found this vampire to be very disturbing during their first confrontation and so he had no other way to describe what he felt at the moment the red clad being knelt down in front of him, grabbing his small hand within his large, gloved ones, and whispered, "Be glorious."
Everything faded away from being a dream to reality when Drake rolled out of bed, screamed, and was panting heavily on the ground.
Integra was a very busy woman, as we all knew very well, and when someone screamed during the middle of the night followed by a loud thump; making her screw up a very important signature and leaping over her desk, stumbling into her room, must have been very important.
Alucard quickly formed into a more human like appearance from the shadows when Integra arrived; a look of bewilderment on his face soon turned into anger when he saw the bed covers pulled off of his master's bed and wrapped around a small boy looking like he just escaped from Millennium.
Instantly, Integra searched for an explanation that would make sense to the vampire, but Alucard had stopped her with a finger.
"I understand," he said with a growl, "you're having sex with small little boys to create a gigantic army full of Alexander Andersons'!" His piercing red eyes looked down at the boy again, before replacing them back upon the puzzled woman in front of him. "Well?" he growled out again, placing his hands onto his hips, "What do you have to say for yourself, Master?"
"I'd have to say that you've gone completely insane to talk about my son in such a way!" Integra snapped while gathering the blankets and Drake back onto the bed; wrapping the blankets around the small boy once she had done so.
Alucard almost fell through the ground when he heard that, "Son?" He stuttered and another look of anger crossed over his face along with a possessive grasp of his hand onto Integra's.
"So you are having sex with other men!"
"What?" Integra started, "I am a virgin, Alucard! And I'm not planning to change that anytime soon!" Then added, "Don't you remember the boy you saved from the mission?"
Alucard looked back down at the boy's innocent looking face, "Maybe," he mumbled.
"Why don't you go back down to that sorry excuse of your final domain and do whatever you do when you're not bothering me? And would you kindly remove your hand, Servant?" Integra said quickly, a faint blush crossing her face when she mentioned the last part.
The vampire withdrew his hand reluctantly, but didn't leave the room, savoring the last words he was going to say to Integra, "So you have a son now? Is he going to be Hellsing's heir, Master? Is he? Because if you think for one moment that I'll ever obey such an insolent little-"
"Alucard, we have a child in the room," Integra snapped quickly.
"…Snot…then you are horribly mistaken," Alucard glowered down at the black haired boy with the green, blue eyes.
Integra sat upon the bed and held Drake against her in a possessive way, "Drake is not a little snot, you blood sucking demon!" Her voice etched with control and anger with a small hint of insult.
Alucard pointed his finger at Integra with his mouth opening to say something, but Drake beat him to it, "Lady told you to leave, so please leave now."
Both Integra and Alucard were taken aback, but there was a small glow of the imprinted star pentagram upon Alucard's glove. The vampire instantly disappeared with a small curse along the way while Integra looked down at the angered looking Drake in her arms, "How?" She started in small amazement.
His anger quickly wilted away and a smile replaced his frown, "How what, Lady?"
"Never mind," Integra mumbled feebly, "Why don't you get back to sleep? I'll wake you tomorrow morning when it's time to start the day, okay?" Drake nodded and comforted himself in his mother's bed, his blue, green eyes shining with anticipation.
"Night, night, Lady!" He said before falling asleep.
"Night," Integra said back, still pondering why Alucard was forced to listen to her new ward. Once she was back into her office, she had called out Alucard's name and the angered vampire had appeared instantly, blubbering out curses and insults directed to the not present Drake. He was cut off with a single lift of Integra's finger, "Do you know what this means?"
"Of course I know what it means!" Alucard retorted back, "The brat's somehow related to you!"
Integra glared daggers at him, "I don't like that tone, Servant."
Alucard almost pathetically apologized, but thought that there was no reason to and went on, "Master! How is it that the boy looks like me?"
"That's what I was wondering," said Integra with thoughtfulness. "We'll discuss this sometime tomorrow night, Alucard. I have a lot of work to do." She looked down irritably at the screwed up signature on the orphan lease that she was supposed to send down to Oxford tomorrow.
"Yes, Master," Alucard grumbled while he was halfway through with melting away into the shadows.
To Be Continued…
A/N: Ooh! I think we're on to something now! Next chapter, Drake "accidentally" shoots his first gun, Alucard looks like he's a ticking time bomb ready to explode any minute, and Integra drinks some tea.